My life with the triple negative type – A Winning Battle (and Search for Ways to Cope With Darn Chemo Brain)

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Not So Scary Halloween

A friend commented on my Halloween look. “You’re not scary enough. Wear more make up, devil mama.” I left myself as is though. I don’t need to be very scary.

My life has not been so scary lately. My cousin’s mastectomy went well. Her lympn nodes are clear. Stage 1 breast cancer is what she has, estrogen receptor positive, progesterone receptor negative, and HER 2 positive. She had her first chemo, and recently went wig shopping with her young family with a four~year old daughter. Her genetic testing came back positive for BRCA 1 mutation. No surprise. Her mother, the sister of my mother, must be a carrier. Most likely, I have the same mutation…I can’t wait for my result in two weeks. It will be good to know.

Paul and I just spent an overnight in the cool ambience of the mountains to celebrate the earliest work holiday party of my life. Good food and drinks surrounded us from evening through lunch with my lovely co-workers. We walked around the hotel and by the hot pools while ejoying the view of the snow-topped moutains.

This is life. We try to enjoy what we can. It does not have to be so scary all the time.

Saint Peregrine Prayer for people with cancer

O great St. Peregrine, you have been called "The Mighty," "The Wonder-Worker," because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you.

For so many years you bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more. You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction. Ask of God and Our Lady, the cure of the sick whom we entrust to you.

(Pause here and silently recall the names of the sick for whom you are praying)

Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing to God, now and for all eternity, a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy.
Amen.

Cancer Of The Breast…

(a borrowed poem)
[...] Cancer of the breast
from east and west;
it seems Pandora's box is
making a big mess.

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A Prayer When In Pain

I am bowed down and brought very low;
all day long I go about mourning.
My back is filled with searing pain;
there is no health in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of heart.

All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
my sighing is not hidden from you.
---------Psalm 38:6-9 (TNIV)